of the nomadic persuasion

the dusky
east wind
whispers
gypsy desires
blooming
lilac sweet
on my skin
while
blushing eyes
raise to meet
this long lost
lover
his promises
sharp on
my tongue
taste of
cinnamon
desert dust
forgotten trysts

sand running
soft and hot
through my fingers
his caress on my
cheek
constant
persistent

i must have
nomad
in my veins:
sunsets never
daring
enough
grass never
greener

the night sets

still
i am
far from
happy
still
i am
far from
home